Our New Dog

Last Saturday, I became the owner of a 2-year-old Chihuahua named Max. Max was a rescue dog from the Humane Society; he was dropped off by an older woman who could no longer take care of him because of her health problems. Max is energetic, loving, timid, and very much an introvert. The first time we met, Max growled at me and was shaky when I gently tempted to pet him. He takes a lot of time getting use to people and I imagine the old lady didn’t socialize him very much. In all honesty, I wasn’t that excited to get a dog-I knew it would be a lot of money and work. However, Christina wanted a fur baby and I guess this scraggly-rat dog is what fit the bill. Max has grown on me this past week with our several bonding activities: me saying “go potty” five hundred times, trying to read with half his body laying on my book, yelling at him not to bark at every noise, teaching him tricks which he never performs, and incessant petting of his bony-chicken body.  They say dogs are like their owners-he likes tortilla chips and the couch like me-he is feisty, shy, and tiny like my wife. We had to stick with the name, Max, because his brain is the size of a pea and we can’t put the mental strain on him that requires an identity change. I think the most fitting name for him would be Kermit because his cuteness is tinged with a weird ugliness and he makes a frog noise whenever he wants something. After a week, I have slowly come to accept this little dog into my life and I think over time we will have a lot of fun together.

To further solidify my bond with Max, I did some Wikipedia research on the history of the mighty Chihuahua.

-Chihuahuas originated in Mexico and were companion dogs dating back to 300 BC.

-It was reported by Spanish Conquistadors, that the Aztecs raised little-nearly hairless dogs for food; many of which were found in the region later known as Chihuahua.

-There are two types of Chihuahua head shapes, apple head and dear head. The apple head variety is accepted for competitions and displays a shorter nose. The dear head is closer to the ancient variety of Chihuahua and resembles the head of a small fawn.

The final thing I learned, which I am still digesting, is that Chihuahuas have the longest lifespan of any dog breed, 12-20 years. So here is a toast, to a long life together with this ancient dog that was once raised for food…which I now call my friend.

14 thoughts on “Our New Dog

  1. Both your father and I stood in the office, laughing as we not only viewed the cute pictures – but heard of your long journey ahead with Max (AKA: Kermit).
    Leave it to your Mother to get both of you into trouble on a rainy Saturday morning.

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  2. My husband says “cute” means appealing, but ugly. What a pity, nowadays, most people go for “beautiful” – superficial beauty. Even in dogs. Yet dogs are so open, so forthright, so loving, even pea-brained ones!, that the rewards far outshine how exactly they look – beautiful or ugly. Nice post. Thank you.

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  3. Sounds like the “old lady” did her best to care for Max. I had a chi for 15 years. Some are social, and some are not. It takes a lot of time to learn about a new dog. If I took you out of your comfort zone and put you on a faraway island with none of your little habits and comforts…how would you be? Max has to figure things out “one second at a time.” Long live Max.

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